[Intro: Dresta]
Yeah, I sit back and ask myself a question
Y'know what I'm saying
n*gga who's the G
Is it him, is it me
[Verse 1: B.G. Knocc Out]
Who's the G
Is it him, him or me
I can tell you blind to the facts
So you can not see
But you better recognize
What's in front of your eyes
Putting the mash down on these bustas in 9-5
n*gga, Compton style
How you like me now
If you can't fade these bustas
Then you better run the town
You thinks, when I was raised
I was never taught to fight fair
Blew up and grew up to be your worst nightmare
n*gga I thought you knew
That I wasn't the o-n-e, been bangin
And givin up the hood since 83
Did my first drive by, when I was only 8
And when I turned 9, got in my first high speed chase
In the blew out, rock
I had the cops on my jock
Cos I was poppin shots
At n*ggas on the next block
Mark ass n*ggas is kinda bad for my health
Next time you get a chance, ask yourself, n*gga
[Hook (x4)]
Who's the G? The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T
So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
[Verse 2: B.G. Knocc Out]
Coming with that real
Ain't no fakin or shakin
Unlike these other punk motherf*ckers perpatraitin
Like they dogs and hogs
And got the balls of a trojan
But they get outta dodge
When they see me rollin
Up they street
Got the heat sittin on the front seat
n*ggas peep the BG
And they begin to meet they fate
Gettin ghost, cos they know
That the gangsta be f*cked with
Cos when it's time to ride
I'm tearing up sh*t
Makin hits like the mob
Quick to get the job done
A superb hoodlum
These thirds, like the good son
Come, come
Watch a n*gga get done, diddy, done
I told you, that you can't get none
You silly bum
Stay down
You can't deal, with the real
So chill
Take a look into the eyes of a n*gga that kill
No I'm not from Illtown
But I'm down, with Nutty
Next time you get the chance
You better ask somebody
[Hook (x4)]
[Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out]
I'm like Cube
I act the fool
When they tippin on the enemy
Homicide is my tendency
When I'm drunk of that henessy
n*ggas be
All up on my set
Talkin smack, all behind a n*ggas back
But they don't wanna scrap
In the street, toe to toe
Blow to blow, like some soldiers
Barehanded
n*gga, and see who's standing when it's over
You too thin to win
I'mma check that chin
When I'm finished
You ain't never try to step again
Or even try to come near
The gangsta mack of the year
'Who this n*gga think he is'
I'm that n*gga who you fear
Beware of a loc who ain't takin no sh*t
And if you don't wanna get with you
You better stay of my di*k
n*gga, I'm rollin thick
And my click, got my back
Alert, and my studio is ready to attack
And when you learn your lesson
Bout steppin in my direction
Take time out
And ask yourself one question
[Hook (til fade)]